A Father's PerspectiveThis morning I handed a piece of my soul over to my sworn enemy. It was indescribably painful, but I actually ripped it out myself and as if possessed, I stood at the gates and handed it over with a smile. I was left with a tortured, torn soul –confused and overwhelmed. How could I do such a thing? I should know better. How could this be right? Is it right? Is it wrong?A hug, a kiss, a pat on the back and off he goes to school. The parents get expectedly emotional, b … [Read more...]